A final thought, in magnetic poetry:
I don’t know the details. I may never know the details. I’m not certain I want to know the details. But one year ago today a family lost their thirteen-year-old son or daughter. I’ve always imagined it was a boy, but I don’t know this; it’s just an idea that has lodged itself in my…
I suspect I truly have passed the line of addiction. OK. This one works. Which tarot card are you? I’d like to think this was true as well. Find out what kind of driver you are! Wha …? OK, I’m a little evil, but this? Which Chess Piece Are You?
Liver Waiting List for my Center, as of Feb. 7, 2003: Total: 414 Liver Status 7 (Inactive): 45 Liver MELD / PELD <10: 239 Liver MELD / PELD 11-18: 120 Liver MELD / PELD 19-24: 10 It looks as though I’m one closer to the top. So far as I know, my MELD is still…
OK, I’m still talking to the cats, but they aren’t talking back yet, so I figure I’m sane enough. I’ve done four more DVD’s since I last updated: “The Ice Storm” (absolutely excellent and why did I wait so long to rent this?), “Seabiscuit” (OK, but way too long), “Pirates of the Caribbean” (also way…
Try matching up with four simultaneously, Slipperperson! I hate tequila. And I’m not supposed to add salt to anything. Which drink are you? I don’t wear glasses. Well, not full time, anyhow. Take The Scooby-Doo Test! I’ve never even heard of Kellis (but maybe I ought to do some investigating). Take The Mu$ic Biz Whore…
Wooly bear caterpillars must be the northeastern United State’s local version of the arctic lemming. Akin to the lemmings’ inexorable march to the cliffs overlooking the sea in years of overpopulation, the onset of the cooler days of autumn triggers some suicidal instinct buried deep down on one of the three brain cells a wooly…
Perhaps a parable about cats??
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I was once the animal warden of this tiny village. In one month I trapped 90 feral cats living in one colony. I, too, knew it meant doom for those cats and I hated to do it. The flip side was, most of them were showing signs of URI, they were all underweight, and they were making a terrible mess of the neighborhood. I looked at the risk to "owned" cats in the neighborhood (there are no leash laws for cats in this county), the fact that these cats were using peoples gardens for their litterboxes and decided it was the absolute best thing I could do. I still felt horrible about it. *sigh*. I am sure that colony originated from someone who didn’t have their cat spayed. Makes you want to hurt people, doesn’t it?
I had to look up the word feral… It’s much easier for everyone else to resist the darling kitty…when they know, as we knew, you’d take care of it.
Good luck finding her a home!
~QE
I look forward to the fable – if you don’t put it into your diary, pls let me know where I may be able to read it.
Thank you for your comments.
The supposed NO quotes to were lame. And I wonder if Goethe’s has been translated poorly?
Darling wee Dekyi. Beautiful poem *smile*
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Shame on Sharon for dumping you like that!
I’m smiling wide and I’m keeping my lips sealed because the "I knew it" is trying to find a way out. Seriously though, I didn’t know it, I was worried. Hoped that you might keep her or keep her until you find her a new home, but wasn’t sure because you never mentioned the possibility. Good for dear little Dekyi.
i run into my building so that i don’t hear it if one of the 2 dogs roaming the streets by itself every evening gets hit by a car. the street in front of my apartment building is non-stop traffic. people will never learn that:
1. you always supervise your pet(s) when they are outdoors
2. use a lead when walking your dog, keeps them alive longer.
i’m still holding out hope someone here will take the kitten.